My Spirit Eye

The eye of my spirit is an eye that will behold, every truth every lie, every secret never told, Every sentience every breath, every step that hit the ground, every story that I told without ever making a sound, But the spirit eye of me can also see much more than a normal eye, every imperfection, every thought, and every lie, Me as a young child, sitting on my bed, waiting for a story with a tiara on my head, A stuffed bunny and a lake house, knitting needles click and clack, Staring at the stars while laying on my back, My whole self in summery, a being in review, my spirit eye will tell you more than I will ever do.